"And little gew-gaw H----YS act the lover. "Shepherds and nymphs from every part repair, "All who from Oxford hills direct the share, "Who fell the forest, or who mow the mead, "Or drag in little boats the finny breed: "Her wide-mouth'd sons low-seated Henley sends, "And smoky Okingham it's tribute lends. "But far did MARIAN all the rest outvie, "No cheek so ruddy, nor so black an eye; "Scarce DOLLY C----K the daughter of the may'r, "With all the flaxen ringlets of her hair, "With all the snowy fulness of her breast, "In blithsome features might with me contest. "All youths ambitiously around me strove, "Each gave some chosen emblem of his love; "One queintly bought the garters for my thighs, "While simple archness sparkled in his eyes. "But all their fairings unsuccessful prove, "Still true to COLIN CLOUT I held my love. "----Ah! sly deceiver! you enclasp'd my arm, "And seem'd my saviour, while you meant my harm; "Far too unequal was the high reward, "My maidenhead must pay thee for thy guard; "Already warm'd with joy you win my heart, "And stamp a little COLIN e'er we part. "--Yet now, when nature fills my womb, to fly-- "Nor yet one tear to issue from thine eye-- "My slighted love to quick resentment turns; "Lo my blood rises, and my cheek all burns! "O I could tear thee as I tear this glove-- "Go, horrid monster! I despise thy love, "Thy oaths I quit, thy fairings I resign, "Forget, renounce thee, hate whate'er was thine. "[18]No christian mother bound thy infant head, "Some Turk begat thee, or some Papist bred; "Or dropt on Cambrian hills, a squalid brat, "Some she-goat suckled thee with savage teat. "[19]--Go to thy drab, whoe'er has won thy heart, "And may the pox devouring make thee smart; "[20]My vengeful ghost shall haunt thee o'er the plain, "Yes, thou shalt suffer, villain, for my pain. "--But ah! my rage relents, my sorrow flows; "Come COLIN! faithless shepherd! ease my woes. "And must I in the sheet opprobrious stand? "Thy plight is troth'd, ah! come and give thy hand: "My conscience starts, whene'er I hear a knell, "And is a little love deserving hell? "Too hard a penance for a sin so slight! "Ah how my heart misgives me every night! "When sleep has clos'd my sorrow-streaming eyes, "Then ghastly dreams, and hateful thoughts arise: "[21]All unaccompany'd methinks I go "O'er Irish bogs, a wilderness of woe! "Ah! my wits turn! strange phantoms round me fly! "Lo! I am chang'd into a goosb'ry pye! "Forbear to eat me up, inhuman rabble! "Cocks crow, ducks quake, hens cackle, turkies gabble."